Ship: Pete/Patrick
Words: 798

"Where are we even going?" I ask, a smile across my lips and my hand in Pete's.

"You'll see soon." He replies, "Be patient."

I grumble and follow him through the yard and out to a taxi cab. I raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"It'll be okay." He whispers, pecking my cheek softly.

I blush.

He only pulls me closer, his arm slung across my shoulder, "It'll be okay." he repeats.

We get in the back of the cab, Pete's hand on my thigh and the door shuts behind him.

"The flowers," the driver says casually and I can't help but look up, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. But the next thing I know, there's a bouquet of roses in my face and I feel my cheeks begin to heat up.

"Th-Thank you." I whisper, unsure if I'm supposed to thank Pete or the driver. Pete is the one to accept it.

He rests his hand back on my thigh, a small smirk on his lips and I begin to worry. What the hell did he do? Is he trying to fluster me? Where the hell are we even going?

"It'll be okay, Babe," Pete whispers in my ear, "We'll be there soon and I can have you all to myself..."

I blush even harder at that, his hands ghosting above my crotch and making a little bit of blood rush south.

"W-Where are we going?" I ask.

"It's a surprise." He whispers, before he licks my ear softly.

"Pete, stop." I whine, shifting uncomfortably at the incoming bulge and blushing even more.

"You're adorable when you blush, though." He chuckles.

I look away from him, trying to hide my red cheeks, "Thanks?"

The car begins moving and his hand continues to tease just over my crotch, whispering small words in my ear here and there about where we're going. I wonder if it's a sex shop but as the night progresses, I begin to doubt that idea and lean towards a something else.

"You're gonna love it." Pete mumbles, "You'll love it so much."

"Gay bar?" I whisper curiously.

He grins and shakes his head, "Better."

I frown, "Kink club?"

"Colder."

"Um... Sex shop?" I ask.

He giggles and continues to tease my ear, licking and biting, "Still really far, Baby."

I try to stifle a moan as he begins palming me through my jeans, "H-hotel?"

"A little less sexual, Darling."

"U-Um... downtown?"

He bites down, a yelp leaving my lips and I think I'm making the driver uncomfortable.

"Mhmm..." he whispers, "Can you guess where?"

"U-Uh..." I whimper as his hand finds its way into my jeans, "P-Pete!"

The taxi driver doesn't say a word and I feel a little bad for him because he's probably being paid extra for this.

"Yeah?" He growls, "So what is it?"

"Th-The mall?"

"Nope." He squeezes me tightly, a gasp leaving my throat.

"M-Movies?" I ask.

He withdraws his hand and licks up some of the precum on his fingers.

"Mhmm..." he hums.

I'm trying to stop my panting and regain control before I end up fucking Pete in the back seat. He only chuckles.

"Hey, John, was it? How long until we get there? Patrick wants to get me in the dark theater already." He eyes me, "I think he's getting impatient."

"Another five minutes, Mr. Wentz." The man replies with a sigh and that alone makes me blush again.

"Good." Pete whispers, dragging his finger up my thigh again.

"Pete, why do you always have to be so goddamn horny...?" I groan.

"You make me that way, Baby." He whispers.

My cheeks turn red again.

"We're almost there, and then we can do whatever you want. We'll be alone... you'll have to keep your mouth shut, but we'll be alone and I can have you all to myself. Make you feel good..."

I blush even harder and shift, my boner harder than ever as the cab comes to a stop.

We get out and Pete quickly hands the man a 100 dollar bill with a, "Thank you."

I hold my sleeve to my mouth as I get out and notice Andy and Joe here.

"How many times, Wentz?" Andy asks my boyfriend.

"Nine, you?"

Andy grunts and frowns, "Six."

Pete chuckles and holds out his hand, "That's two hundred, Hurley."

"W-What?" I ask.

"We were taking bets on how much we could make you guys blush." Pete says as Andy hands over about 10 or so 20's.

"You little shit." I growl, grumpily.

Pete pulls me against his chest, "it's okay, Baby. I'll give you a good time tonight."

"Loser." I whisper under my breath.

"Bean."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."